Celeste Grant froze.
'What did he just say?'
Javier Sinclair said he saw her when he was in the Demon Realm—fifteen thousand years ago—through the Mysterious Ancient Mirror.
Once she processed it, Celeste Grant's eyes went wide. She pointed at him, stammering, "Y-y-you..." She swallowed, her expression one of utter shock. "So you have your memories?" 'How is that possible?' But then again, it made sense. 'The Mysterious Ancient Mirror is the Demon God's Companion Divine Artifact. If I could accidentally see him in the Demon Realm, then he would certainly have memories of it.''
Thinking of this, Celeste Grant muttered under her breath, "Now that you mention it, I feel like my brain can't keep up."
Javier Sinclair glanced at her and said, "Yes. I saw the future you back then. I knew that we would become Taoist Companions and even have a son and a daughter."
She asked, "Javier Sinclair, does that mean you liked me even back then?"
